A/N: This was written on an iPhone. I am sorry for any grammatical errors. I did my best to clean it up.
Her hand reached up again to touch her cheek. It was swolland tender. She walked over to the basin of water that she kept on the floor by her sleeping cot. She knelt down and adjusted the basin until she was able to see her reflection in the water.
Her chest heaved with anger at the angry red welt that had formed in the shape of the big hand that had struck her. She sat back on her haunches and closed her eyes thinking back on the events that had unfolded.
It wasn't meant to turn into the argument that it had. By her account it was the same old song and dance that she generally played with her parents. It just so happened that they were tired of it.
She wasn't certain what had finally made her father snap at her but a distant part of her knew hat she had deserved it. After all they had bought her years time to put off her marriage but still...
She let out a deep sigh reopening her eyes. She was supposed to have been married by the time she was thirteen to the clan leaders son. However she had been able to convince her parents to put it off just one more year that turned into another and then another.
She understood that with each passing year her that her dowry increased, a fact that her eldest brother always informed her about, but he truth of the matter was she simply didn't care.
While her mother was a skilled herbalist and midwife she herself had no desire to practice such a boring trade. No. She desired to go into battle beside her father with sword and shield in hand.
The first time she had taken up a bow and arrow she had handled it as if it were an extension of her arm. She excelled in archery, fencing, and hunting. She did very well in the trade he mother had taught her but it simply did not hold her fancy.
When ever the idea struck her that her days were numbered as a single woman it made her feel ill. She knew as soon as she were wed her days would be a monotony of picking herbs, a needy husband, and screaming children clutching at her skirts.
"No!" She yelled out standing up quickly. She peered out of the stone window to see the sun just setting below the horizon. She smirked to herself and nodded. They would be sorry.
She had laid herself down and fought off sleep while she waited for her sisters to come in and lay down for the night. It didn't take long for them to fall asleep.
She waited for sounds to indicate that the rest of the household were settled before she even sat up. Earlier in the evening she had grabbed her satchel and made it up with a few provisions that she would need.
She secured her dagger at her side before wrapping her cloak around her to keep out the night chill and slipped out into the dark.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she ran towards the edge of the forest and stopped. She had never been out so late and so close to the woods before. Aside from the threat of neighboring clans there were the Fae.
As long as she could remember she would listen by the fire at night to the stories about the fair folk who lurked on in the woods waiting to spirt away any person unfortunate enough to cross paths with them.
She grasped at her satchel tightly before taking a step into the dense woods. Only a few yards in and she glanced up to see that the night sky was already obscured from view. She stared up and shivered as the tree tops made it seem as if she had been swallowed by a beast. It made her head swim.
She brought her gaze back to the darkness in front of her and stopped dead in her tracks. There was a shadow standing in her path. A shadow in the form of a figure that wasn't much taller than she was.
Her brow edged up slowly as she almost anticipated it to move. It was the stillness of it that bothered her most. She attempted to remain as still as possible berating herself when her breath hitched painfully in her chest.
Her heart began to pound loudly in her ears as her breath came faster. She decided it was time to head back to the safety of her parents. She turned quickly only to let out a shriek. The only thing she could make out from its features were the fangs that protruded from its mouth.
It grabbed her hair painfully pulling back her head and darted forward sinking its fangs into her neck and bit down. She screeched reaching up with her fists to beat at the creature that held her tightly. Her blows came more slowly as she felt herself being lowered to the ground.
The thing never stopped lapping and sucking at the wounds it had made in her flesh. It sat on top of her drinking her blood and making grunting noises as if it were being satisfied. Her hands lay heavily on the ground as she tried to keep her eyes open. It was a battle she knew that she was losing.
"I'm sorry." She whispered out hoping that somehow the good spirits would carry it to her family. The creature stopped sitting up straight and cocked its head at her before standing up. It took a step aside to stand above her.
She lay still for a few moments and settled her head to the side feeling her blood become tacky on the forest floor. She didn't know if what she saw was a fire created by men or the Gods but she was determined to get to it regardless.
She took a shallow breath managing to roll herself onto her stomach and dug her fingers into the earth. She could already tell she wouldn't be able to stand or crawl but she could manage to drag herself.
Inch by inch she dug at the ground pulling herself forward slowly. With each small movement she felt blood pump from her neck. The wound felt larger than the initial one had been but she paid little mind to it. She couldn't remember what she was doing simply that she had to get away.
She was aware that with each inch she moved the creature took a step following her. She could feel its eyes on her as it watched her struggle. She grasped at another handful of dirt feeling rocks dig in under her fingernails and readied herself to go forward again only to be flipped onto her back. It had startled her however she no longer had the energy to react to it.
"Where ever are you going?" It asked her as if they were passing each other on the road. She remained silent unsure if she would be able to speak even if she had wanted to.
"You are struggling against what? Me? Your predicament?" It wondered aloud as if it were truly perplexed by her actions.
In the distance there was a loud laugh followed by others as the men drank the hours away a short distance away from them. "Ah, I see; your people."
She relented that her next act would possibly be her last on the mortal plane but she was determined to show this monster exactly how she felt. She had gathered saliva in her mouth the best she could and spit at its face.
It was silent for a while before letting out a laugh of its own. "You are something! With your last bit of strength you're fighting back. That's great, just amazing." It stated sounding impressed as it wiped the spit off of its face.
Her eyes began to close of their own accord as her vision blurred. She felt her lids flutter a few times as she was lifted up and her head supported. Close to her ear she heard a whisper urging her drink.
A few drops splattered against her lips as something was pressed against her open mouth. She felt the fluid slide down her throat and settle heavily in her stomach. Then came the darkness.
It was all around her crushing her. She opened her mouth tasting dirt as it filled her mouth. Her body was pinned down by it. Panic filled her as she realized that she had been buried alive.
She wasn't sure if she was digging the right way as she began to claw wildly at it. She was uncertain if she was making any type of progress. Even still she kept digging feeling the soil become lighter until her hand shot straight out and she felt cool air.
A hand grasped onto hers pulling her up out of the ground. She gasped for air, even though she felt no need to, and spit the dirt out of her mouth.
"You are alright my child." A voice said from beside her. She straightened herself out quickly and stared at the owner.
"You! Demon!" She screeched at the creature as she backed away slowly.
"Allow me to explain.". It offered taking a step towards her. She shook her head quickly as her hand fluttered to where she had been bit. It had healed. She took her hand away and hung it at her side.
"What have you done to me?" She asked her voice low in her throat.
"We are the same now. I am your maker and you are my progeny.". It stated. She shook her head again more slowly.
"A dream, surely. I fell asleep in the forest...I must go home.". She muttered to herself. She turned away from the thing only to have it in front of her.
"You can not go back there. You do not belong anymore." It said.
"Away from me you nightmare!". She shouted squeezing her eyes shut as she pushed past it and ran in he direction of home. Hot tears ran down her face as her dirty, matted hair blew around her crazily.
She let out a gasp of relief as torch lights came in to view. She could smell her people, her family. The horrors were left behind her as she emerged from the forest. The village was quiet save for the barking of a few mutts. It was eery even though she knew the hour was late.
Her feet found her at her parents door. She raised her hand to knock when a scream pierced the air. She turned on her heels towards her bedroom window to see her youngest sister staring at her in a near panic.
"Mama! Dada! My sister...she stinks of the ground she was buried in!" The child screeched and disappeared back into the house.
The door swung open and she was greeted with a sword held close to her throat. Her father seethed with anger.
"Dada! I'm sorry I went out...please let me in!" She cried out in anguish.
"Demon! I will not falter in slaying you!". He shouted and rushed at her with his blade. She moved quickly out of the way but even still the blade touched her skin.
She felt it sizzle and burn as the metal made contact. She let out a screech holding her burning flesh. An arrow whizzed past her head causing her to turn. Her mother stood from the doorway readying to aim another in her direction.
"Mama! Help me!". She screamed only have another arrow land squarely in her shoulder. The force knocked her down and she hit her head on the ground. She felt blood well onto her lips as she bit down hard with her fangs. Her hand reached up to touch the teeth the were razor sharp and elongated.
She got to her knees as her parents and other members of her clan circled around her. Their weapons were raised and ready to strike. She let out a piercing screech jumping up in a flash and found herself running into the woods. She didn't know how she had made it past her kinsmen and was only vaguely aware of the fact that blood dripped down her chin.
Something was tugging her in a certain direction. She couldn't tell what it was but she was being led somewhere. Her feet finally stopped dead in front of the creature that had attacked her.
With in a moment she was in its, his, arms. He cradled her and shushed her sobs as they tore from her throat.
"Listen to me; you will never get sick or old. You will be young forever."
"You are my maker..." She said softly against his chest.
"I am your everything as you are mine. We are family.". He said softly. "I am Godric.".
She moved her face away to see the face of a young boy looking back at her. "I am Kyrie and forever is a very long time.". She replied.
Godric smirked crookedly at her as if amused. "My child you have no idea."